#the iron bull x inquisitorfem

[nothingbutthefix]

Hurting me so...Pt. 1

Authors note: I have been playing (replaying, but whatever) DA:I again and am finding my love for the many pairings in the game coming back. I have no idea how this story line will fair but writing it so far has been fun. If you like it, yay! if not, alrighty.

Warnings: This piece contains sexual content of FxM as well as implied MxM and strong language.

Tags: The Iron Bull x InquisitorFem, Iron Bull, Elendria, Dorian Pavus, smut.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of DA:I. This is a work of fantasy and in no way reflects the views or beliefs of DA:I. Reader discretion is advised.

Many never knew the inquisitor for something she was: promiscuous. Not that that was a bad thing, certainly. Iron Bull knew though, long before this morning when we found himself waking next to her inert form, it was something that would break many hearts.

He watched the steady rise and fall of her chest as she slumbered, one nimble hand draped across her closed eyes… those deep, amber eyes that could take in everything and give nothing away. Her copper hair was tangled across the pillow, looking almost like rays of late afternoon sun spilling across a valley. Her pale skin puckered with goosebumps as a soft breeze blew through Bull’s chambers, not too far from the tavern they had flirted in only a short time ago.

He knew she would be waking soon as the bustle of the day in Skyhold began to tickle at his sharp ears but he chose to let her sleep. If he could be honest with himself, he enjoyed the way she became so prone, trusting that no ill will would come to her while he was laying by her side.

           Iron Bull was kidding himself, though, thinking that she was only his. They had agreed that this was a temporary arrangement and it didn’t stop them from seeing others when they fancied. In fact, maybe a fort night ago he had given his bed over to Dorian. The Tevinter mage was aloof about the whole affair in the daylight, but things changed when night veiled the keep.

           The mercenary’s heart thudded painfully, though, at the thought of the day before, when he had seen the inquisitor with Commander Cullen. She had smiled, flirtatious as ever, touching the fair haired Templar’s arm and causing the commander to stutter and blush.

           The mercenary knew what kind of effect she had on the men (and women) of her party. None the less, these thoughts could turn sour in an instant.

           His musings were silenced as the woman in question began to rouse, turning her face towards her midnight companion. His gaze was met with amber jewels as she pried her lids open to the light of the morning. She gave a soft chuckle as their eyes (well, his eye and her pair) met and turned that lovely face away, back into the shelter of her hand.

           “Maker, you look at me like I’m a fragile flower starting to bloom,” there was no disgust in the soprano remark, simply a shy, bashfulness.

           “Ah, boss, I was simply admiring that such a small elf could snore so very, very loud.” Iron Bull replied as he sat up, stretching.

           “Please, Bull, you were calling my name enough last night, I hope you at least remember it,” the inquisitor quipped as she mimicked the gesture before hopping out of the large bed to find her garments, “and ladies do not snore.”

Bull watched her firm ass jiggle as she walked to her shirt, now useless as he had torn it off last night, and grunted in agreement.

           Oh yes, Bull thought to himself as he admired her full breasts while she tried to fashion a workable garment to cover them, I remember your name so well.

            Elendria, he groaned as she pushed him to the bed and climbed astride him.

           Elendria, he gasped as she kissed, nipped and licked her way down his broad chest and stomach, leaving small marks all the way.

           Elendria, he grunted as she took his hefty cock into her mouth, working the shaft with those magic wielding hands.

           Elendria, he moaned as she sat upon him, her scalding vulva slipping and sliding on his cock while she rutted her clit against the head.

           Elendria, he warned breathlessly as she sank down upon his throbbing dick with a satisfied sigh before working herself into a rhythm meant to please.

           Oh, Maker, Elendria! He called out as he came inside her, filling her womb with his burning hot seed, something he had never done with any of the bar maidens or serving girls at the tavern.

            “I was thinking we would venture back out to the Hinterlands and see about dissolving the rift by the farm,” Elendria said casually as she wiggled into her leather trousers, bringing Bull out of a thought that was sure to have him throwing her back onto the bed. Her thick thighs had always given her grief when she dressed, Bull had noted.

           “Elendria,” Bull started, shifting his weight to adjust towards her. He wished he could say that he wanted her to come back to bed, desired to tell her how he wanted to feel her flesh against his, craved – above everything he had ever craved – that she would call him hers and her his. But he said none of this as her amber eyes brought their full attention back up to the mercenary captain. Instead, he tucked his pain away in the deepest reaches of his heart and nodded, “I think that will go well, boss.”